She ate the weed roots yesterday.

Originally, it was a wild grass root that grew **, and King Qiu asked people to cook it before giving it to her.

Thinking of Jingyiren, he tore most of the cake from the middle and lowered it in front of King Qiu.

"Too much! I can't eat it! I'm still a kid, and I don't eat as much as you men. ”

"......" King Qiu's deep eyes under the mask fixed on Jing Yiren's muddy little face.

He hesitated for a few seconds before coldly taking the cake in her hand.

After a few more seconds of hesitation, the big palm reached over the Yaksha mask on his face, and his fingers lightly buckled on it, and the mask was removed.

"......" Jingyiren didn't expect King Qiu to take off the mask so easily.

Probably he saw her as a child to be so defenseless.

Jingyiren took half a piece of bread and stood in place sluggishly, looking at the rumored 'extremely ugly' face.

She thought that her uncle was the most handsome man in the world.

I didn't expect the man in front of me, although he didn't have the charm and arrogance of his uncle.

But it is also a kind of masculine beauty of a man.

His sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, a pair of phoenix eyes were deep and melancholy, a high nose bridge, and thin lips were slightly pursed.

The resolute facial contours, paired with the mop hairstyle that Jing Yiren still felt on his forehead yesterday.

At this moment, under the sun, if he stepped out of the brilliance, he was like a saint, with the aura of a king and a strong aura around him.

It's hard to believe that he is the rumored 'extremely ugly and brainy King Qiu'.

"You're so good-looking!" Jingyi praised him unabashedly.

King Qiu glanced at her lightly, as if he didn't feel honored by this compliment at all, but a little disgusted.

Put the bread in your mouth and bite down a piece.

Chew it carefully.

When they had finished eating, King Qiu put on a mask.

Rested by the river for a while, followed and took her back.

In the evening, the messenger returned, and at the same time came with the messenger of the country of Luyuan.

The envoy of the Luyuan Kingdom demanded that King Qiu be seen, and that no one should negotiate with anyone except King Qiu.

With the consent of King Qiu, the envoy of Luyuan Kingdom was invited to the largest camp of King Qiu.

In the dim camp tent of the oil lamp, except for the envoys, there were three people, King Qiu and Jingyi.

Jing Yiren looked at this messenger wearing a black cloak and a hat and black veil in wonder, and he couldn't even see his face.

When he saw King Qiu, he did not salute.

Standing proudly in place.

The man said indifferently: "How about five thousand carts of grain for hostages?" ”

As soon as this person's voice came out, Jing Yiren was suddenly startled, and a heart rose to his throat.

Uncle Huang? Uncle Huang is here in person?

He is the emperor of the Ninety-Five, how can he pretend to be an envoy and come here?

In case he is caught, the safety of a country depends entirely on him.

Jing Yiren pursed his lips, swallowed his saliva secretly, and didn't dare to take a breath, and looked at the arrogant 'messenger' standing in the middle of the tent with wide eyes.

"......" King Qiu's eyes under the mask shrank suddenly, and then glanced back at Jing Yiren.

It seems that the heart is shaken.

The hill country has been in drought for a year, and there is no harvest. The people are hard to eat every meal, and the people are not able to make a living.

They couldn't invade the slightly richer Luyuan country. Luyuan is small but extremely wealthy.

They decided to snatch some food.

When people are hungry, money is worthless, and food is the capital.

The envoy continued: "It's better than you taking tens of thousands of dollars of gold and going all the way to other countries to exchange for food!" ”